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Blood-Stained Shadow
I come like a whisper in your ear,
I may be far, but im also near.
In the shadow, the haven I prefer,
I awate your faited, curdly stir.
Weather you are alone and are faitally dagged,
Or if you are ill, infected with plague.
I thirst for blood and human sorrow,
While mortals all perish in a darkened borrow.
Nothing compares to thou's blood-lust,
As to cut your head is a desire, a must.
Alone in the dark I sit with thee in seth,
I your dark angel, the taker, Death.
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